Within a Mystic Night


At night the river calls, her banks to walk,
with steadfast essence my dreams are bold
for when I stand outside myself to talk
a mystic star speaks strange things born of old.

Shall we grieve of our precious love's magic?
Poetry claims this chasm which stars may make;
anointing my pen with dragon's blood, be quick
so heart,afraid, believe in love's high stake.'

Inside myself I hear of even stranger things
with my anointed pen, thoughts come flowing out
and new ink my shining words now brings.
but nothing matches my heart without a doubt

So thought nor pen nor dragon's blood can beat
my loving heart smiled words that can't compete

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